‘I want to heal, I want to feel, What I thought was never real,
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long (Erase all the pain ’til it’s gone) . . .’
~ LINKIN PARK
In celebration, not mourning. In tribute to a man whose intention was clear, stated publicly for all to bear witness eons before it was executed.
His family and friends may grieve their loss, but he’s finally there, away from where he didn’t want to be anymore.
It’s something to celebrate — that and a legacy worth talking about. The pain notwithstanding, it’s an accomplishment, a final goodbye on one’s terms.
If only each of us could achieve a fraction of this.
To escape one’s dungeon is a wonderful thing.
Who dares judge the manner in which a person chooses to put an end to his or her suffering — who but the accomplices to one’s torment?
Blessed are those who live and perish in ways that fulfil them.
May the living honor them not just with sorrow, but with a cheer.
And those who bring judgment to a funeral, theirs is not the final word.
Blessed are those who tear down the walls.
From the bays of a crepuscular Pearl Coast,
Dive is crystal waters, hold a shiny pearl.